Airsofting is like playing guitar. If you do it, you gain like six hot guy points on the spot. On a scale of 10, man.
I understand. I understand how your heart clenches as you watch them live so very close to death. It hurts and it stings your eyes and makes your throat hurt.
They never did anything to deserve this. They were only eight, or ten, or thirteen. What could that child have ever done to deserve to grow up so fast and be responsible for so much?
But pity isn’t right either.
That pain is okay. It’s okay to be afraid for them but you can’t hold their hand forever.
“How’s your sugar?”
“Have you eaten?”
“You’re angry. Are you high?”
Keep it to yourself. They don’t need your questions. They know their body and their disease better than you ever will.
I’ve been guilty of those questions too but love requires trust. It’s so very hard, I know, especially with such high stakes but it’s essential.
No one wants pity. And no one wants stupid questions, however well meaning they may be.
So keep them to yourself, alright?
I just realized that I can honestly say that I’ve done my boyfriend’s makeup and hair.
Multiple times actually.
The one is bad! The other is normal!
Why is it so attractive when a man can avidly discuss books, history, calculus, biology, video games, and Star Wars with me?
There are too many attractive young men in you.